Apparantly, Amazon doesn’t think I’m a serious person

A hundred pack! Because I guess a dozen Wiggly/Wobbly/Googly eyes wasn’t going to cut it for all my googly eye needs.

I’ve never bought anything arty or crafty from Amazon. I have no idea where this shit came from.

Oh, the best part is that thirty two Amazonians bothered to rate their Wiggly/Wobbly/Googly Eye purchase. Most people were delighted by their Wiggly/Wobbly/Googly Eye experience. And then there was this guy:

Bought these in the hope of using them for random stuff, unfortunately, not all of them have a sticky back, only the small ones do, which makes most of the pack useless, pretty unhappy with them to be honest.

Mrs. Compton- You should add a little drooling tongue hanging down from “Cooper” to supplement the googly eyes staring at the bacon. Bacon, yumm.

Comment from FeynmangroupieTime: January 17, 2013, 10:05 pm

AltBBrown,

Where is the outrage…that someone got paid think about this long enough to write an article, and some editor got paid to consider it worthy of publishing?

Comment from AltBBrownTime: January 17, 2013, 10:43 pm

Feynmangroupie, I’m glad those local hacks are out there spewing the stuff.
Due to anger management issues, I’ve been “trying” to avoid the more serious garbage proffered by nationally syndicated hacks since the election.
Tough row to hoe for an info junkie.

Comment from Mitchell TAFKAEYTime: January 17, 2013, 10:43 pm

I thought “Abbey” had died some time ago, but it was her sister “Ann Landers”.

Comment from ReddTime: January 17, 2013, 11:34 pm

Googly eyes remind me of the singed pink bunny floating in the pool in Breaking Bad.

I love googly eyes!! I have a “teasel” animal with googly eyes, cockleburr ears and a wicked set of thorn horns. The eyes make him look slightly demented…..

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